Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.